Chapter 14: Sometimes You Picture Me

ERIC POV, CONTINUED

I massaged my furrowed brow.

The one seemingly impossible situation to deal with on my list was my maker.

Thanks to Sookie, I knew roughly when Appius would enter Oklahoma.

But my hands were pretty much tied when it came to eliminating the threat he posed to me—or anyone else I cared about. Long ago, Appius had commanded me not to do anything to jeopardize his life—including engaging others to move against him.

I knew that Karin wanted to act against Appius, but when we’d reconciled following Rome, I’d asked her not to. I knew how strong Appius was—and how difficult it was to catch him off-guard. As strong as Karin was—as crafty—I wouldn’t give her much chance if she decided to go up against my maker. Thankfully, she was practical enough to know this too.

Still, I had considered many options for dealing with Appius. I’d thought about taking a “vacation” and seeking out Appius while he was still in Europe—claiming that I’d “missed him.” Of course, once I saw Appius, I would volunteer to “help” with Alexei.

However, this plan was flawed. According to Sookie, the “boy” vampire had gotten worse after being around me, for he’d become jealous that Appius might prefer me to him.

I shut my eyes tightly, wondering what the fuck had possessed my maker to turn a thirteen-year-old human—a hemophiliac no less! Even if Alexei was royalty and attractive to my maker, there was no fucking excuse for Appius’s shortsightedness.

I had thought about having Alexei killed. But what would losing his latest child do to Appius? It was quite possible—probable even—that he would call me to him if Alexei met his true death. I thought of Rome and worried what a “repeat” would entail. Alternatively—if he lost his “current project”—Appius might become “nostalgic” and come to me instead of calling me.

And that was an even more frightening thought.

I didn’t want him anywhere near me!

Or Pam!

Or Sookie!

In fact, imagining the havoc Appius might cause in my life compelled me to command Pam to leave the area immediately if I phoned her and used a particular code word. For her sake and for mine, I wanted her far away from Area 5 if Appius put one toe into it. Going a step further, I also released her so that Appius couldn’t compel me to “call” her.

Moreover, I took steps to have Pam hide the material possessions that meant the most to me. For—no matter what occurred with my maker—I didn’t want the things that I treasured to be lost to me.

Given the way that many things had already changed because of Sookie’s information about the future, I knew that Appius wouldn’t be killed as he’d been during her first life. However, the idea of him being finally dead appealed to me more and more with each passing night.

I wanted him gone. I just didn’t know how to accomplish that goal.

Despite Rome, I’d—unforgivably—become too complacent regarding my maker. After I’d heard that he’d successfully made a new child, I’d relaxed, believing that he’d now have no more use for me. After all, it had been centuries since I’d seen or felt anything from him.

Other than “feeling” that he still existed.

But—clearly—Appius still remembered me and thought of me as his property to do with as he wanted. Or—at least he would remember.

The more I thought about the fact that he’d simply parceled me off to Freyda—albeit in Sookie’s other life—in order to keep his brain-damaged whelp from being executed, the more pissed off I became.

I considered killing Freyda. After all, she was the one who had apparently agreed to take me in exchange for Alexei’s life. Without her in the equation, I wouldn’t have been “sold off.”

But—then again—if I killed Freyda and was caught, I’d be fucked!

Plus, who was to say when someone else would barter with my maker for me. Appius clearly hadn’t considered my wants when he’d made his deal with the Oklahoma queen. Thus, it stood to reason that he’d never consider what I wanted—not that he ever had before.

In the end, I knew with certainty that it was Appius who needed to die. But I still couldn’t do a goddamned thing to make that happen.

Meanwhile, I had treated everything else on the list “from the future” with as much speed and completeness as possible.

Hell—I’d even dealt further with the Compton situation.

Having heard from Sookie about Bill’s database concept—and about how it had made the asshole “indispensable” and somewhat powerful in the future—I’d contacted an old associate and friend of mine, Alastair Cross, with an idea I pretended to have “out of the blue.”

Alastair had been living in New York for about a decade, but hadn’t taken up permanent residence there because he preferred having “visitor status” wherever he went. He was probably the best-connected vampire I knew—and certainly the most liked.

In fact, Alastair was so personable that he was welcomed almost anywhere he went. Plus, his maker, a vampiress named Marion, was practically revered as a goddess because of her age and kind spirit. I couldn’t count the number of vampires she’d fostered when their own makers proved worthless. Hell—I’d even spent quite a few years with her.

I’d met Marion in Tibet. It had been she who’d helped me to feel mentally strong again after Rome. It had been she who’d convinced me that I should “live” again—just to give Appius a proper “fuck you.”

However, unlike his maker, Alastair wasn’t known for his philanthropy or his practicality. For example, he had never really made his own money. Oh—he was not destitute. His many friends and his maker made sure of that. But—in a candid moment he and I had shared decades before—he’d told me that he wished he could find a pursuit that would be both profitable and enjoyable for him.

He wanted for his maker to be proud of him.

It was when I was considering Bill’s database idea that I finally thought of a good “job” for Alastair. I offered to finance a computer database project for Alastair to oversee—one that I knew would be superior to Compton’s.

Basically speaking, I offered to pay Alastair to travel and socialize; I foresaw that he could get information that Compton would never even dream of. To support Alastair, I hired two computer experts—one vampire and one Were. They would develop the actual program, enter the data, and ensure that the information was protected much better than Bill’s collection seemed to have been in Sookie’s future.

All that I asked of my old friend was that my name never be connected with the project.

Alastair had jumped at the opportunity. The first version of Alastair’s database had been completed months before Bill’s was in Sookie’s “future.” And Alastair 1.0 had been extremely profitable!

In fact, my friend’s name had now reached the status of a verb. One had either been “Alastaired” or one was waiting to be.

I smiled as I thought about the pride with which Alastair had spoken of the project when we’d last met. He now enjoyed respect in addition to the cordial welcomes he’d previously received in vampire courts. Moreover, the vampires he’d not yet “Alastaired” practically begged him for visits—with both money and favors. Indeed, being a part of Alastair’s database was seen as an honor, for—unlike Bill—my friend had been careful about the level of information he included about the vampires he interviewed. He also held “veto power” over every entry and would painstakingly go over it before it was officially added to the database. Because of this, Alastair’s work was perceived by my kind to be a useful—though innocuous—tool.

Since Alastair hadn’t been an official resident of any state or nation at the time when his database came out, I advised that he should volunteer to pay the “usual tribute” from the profits of Alastair 1.0 directly to the Vampire Council—thus gaining the Council’s protection and support.

And—of course—my cut of the profits went straight into an account in the Caymans before it was wired to a Swiss account and then back to the Caymans. Needless to say, no one would ever connect the database to me.

Because of this, Queen Sophie-Anne had no idea that I’d “killed her potential cash cow” before it had been born. Compton’s database was rushed to the market as soon as possible after Alastair’s was launched. However, it was clearly inferior and made no profits. Sophie-Anne had kicked Compton out of the state soon after, and—the last I heard—he and his maker, Lorena, were living in Peru.

As petty as it may have made me, I wished them a very miserable life there.

In addition to eliminating any “Compton love” before it ever started, Alastair had proven to be useful in other ways too.

It had been Alastair who had “delayed” Appius’s travels to the United States. I’d asked my friend to approach my maker and his new child during his first data-gathering mission in Europe. Unsurprisingly, my maker already knew of Alastair, who was over 600 years old. Also not surprising—given his amiable nature—was the fact that Alastair was able to calm down Alexei a little. Some bridges that had been burned in Europe because of the unruly child had been rebuilt—thanks to Alastair’s help. And my name was never brought into the matter.

I figured my friend’s efforts would buy me at least an extra year or two to figure out what to do about Appius.

As I’d been reflecting on the previous months and on my efforts to stop Sookie’s previous future from happening, I’d also been seeing to the night’s ledger, and when the figures added up to the penny—as they always had since I’d taken over for Bruce following the Longshadow incident—I closed the book with satisfaction.

Opening my desk drawer, I saw the picture I kept of Sookie. It was a copy of her DMV photo. I also thumbed through the letters I’d exchanged with Adele since I’d met her. Those letters were the only contact I allowed myself with the Stackhouses—except for the slight feeling of the blood tie between Sookie and me. Time had lessened its effects, but I could still feel Sookie’s life force and tell her approximate location. By all rights, the tie should have been completely faded by now, but it had endured—probably because Sookie was part fairy.

There was a knock on the door.

“Enter,” I called out after closing my desk drawer.

Pam approached with a smirk. “Your pen pal wrote.”

My child dropped the night’s mail on my desk. A letter with Adele’s handwriting was on top. Pam enjoyed teasing me about the old woman, but she knew nothing about Sookie.

Eventually, Pam had asked me about how I knew “so much about so much.”

Like with Karin, I’d told Pam that I knew the things I did because a psychic had honored me with some of his knowledge. Because Pam had asked follow-up questions that Karin had not (typical Pam), I’d told her that the psychic had exchanged his information for a small fortune. Pam didn’t question the fact that the “well from the future”—as she liked to call it—was about to dry up. In truth, Pam believed that Adele was the “psychic,” and that the well would dry up when the old woman died.

But—to her credit—Pam didn’t bother Adele or seek to interfere in my relationship with her in any way.

Unless her private teasing was counted.

After updating me about the happenings in the club, Pam left the office.

As I thumbed the edges of Adele’s letter, I opened my desk drawer to again look at Sookie’s picture. It was a horrible likeness, but I’d memorized it nonetheless.

Of course, I’d memorized a lot more about Sookie Stackhouse—during the two nights I’d known her. The curves of her body. The tones of her voice. The luster of her hair. The brightness in her eyes. The softness of her lips.

The feelings she’d felt for me—feelings I’d experienced as soon as our blood tie took hold.

Feelings I still couldn’t quite comprehend.

I picked up Adele’s missive and smiled to myself.

I’d found myself writing to the Stackhouse matriarch a few nights after I’d met her. Even without Sookie in the equation, Adele would have been worth my time. So I’d given it to her.

Moreover, I’d recognized that Adele had wanted for Sookie and me to be a couple, and—since that no longer seemed likely thanks to the list of obstacles in our way—I’d wanted for Adele to believe that I was to blame for our “issues.” I certainly didn’t want for Adele’s thoughts or hopes to harm Sookie.

So—in my first letter to Adele—I’d told the matriarch that Sookie and I just weren’t compatible enough to pursue romance. I expressed that I was “too jaded” for someone as innocent as her granddaughter. I explained that my life was too violent. In short, I painted myself as the villain.

Still—Adele had written back to me. She’d assured me that any differences I had with her granddaughter didn’t affect the fact that she considered me a “friend.”

She said that Sookie’s inexperience would have encouraged a “lesser man” to try to lie to and take advantage of her. She admitted that she’d grown to think that violence was sometimes needed to drive out “worse violence.” In other words, she refused to accept that I was “as bad as I pretended to be.”

Obviously, she was as singular as her granddaughter, but she was “safer” to interact with.

Adele expressed her hope that I would eventually give the possibility of Sookie and me another chance.

But, even if I didn’t, she asked me to keep writing to her—because I reminded her a little of her husband.

How could I refuse her?

It had been one of Adele’s letters—sent a few months after Sookie and I had met—which “informed” me that Sookie had had a “nice time when she worked for me” in New Orleans. From a letter I’d gotten from Sookie the week earlier, I’d known that she was using me as an excuse to “get away.”

In my next letter, I’d asked Adele leading questions about the supposed work trip. Adele had offered specific dates, even stating the name of the hotel Sookie had stayed in. The elderly woman had also admitted that she’d hoped that Sookie and I might rekindle our “courtship” during that trip. However, not long after, she’d learned that I was “with Dawn” and had pretty much given up hope that Sookie and I would ever be a couple. Unfortunately, Adele had waited to mention Dawn until after I’d ended things with her. In typical Adele fashion, she’d wanted to assure me that Dawn was “fine.”

Of course, I didn’t spill the beans that Sookie had made up the business trip to New Orleans, but I did investigate just what Sookie had been doing there.

She’d ordered several overpriced meals from her hotel’s room service.

She’d been greeted at her hotel door by Gladiola on the first morning she’d been in the city. I didn’t need to be a genius to know that she must have gone to visit the demon lawyer.

Needless to say, I destroyed the video of Gladiola making contact with Sookie.

Other than that one outing, however, Sookie had stuck to her room like glue.

It struck me that the trip to New Orleans had likely been Sookie’s first “vacation.”

But she hadn’t done anything “fun.”

And she’d pretended that the trip was “work” for Adele’s sake.

I supposed that it had been work in Sookie’s mind.

I could only speculate about the topics that Sookie had raised with Cataliades. I didn’t dare contact the demon to ask him—just in case Sookie hadn’t told him about “our” future.

I leaned back in my chair and swiveled.

Had I considered contacting Sookie about I million times to “work” for me?

Yes.

In fact, I’d wanted to contact her for a variety of reasons.

For her talent.

For her amazing blood.

For her company.

For more than I could express with words.

Sookie’s proclamation that she “loved” me was a nightly memory—one I’d begun to treasure as soon as she’d uttered her words. However—I reminded myself that that proclamation was the main reason why I didn’t contact her.

By the time I’d left her, I’d believed everything that Sookie told me about her future. And I had no doubt that there was a “me” who would be enthralled by her to the point that “I” would eventually come to love her enough to propel her back in time.

But Sookie’s “first” future hadn’t worked out well for either of us.

Especially not for her.

Plus, until the Appius situation was dealt with once and for all, I refused to add variables to my life. And Sookie Stackhouse was the mother of all variables.

Adele Stackhouse, however, was a “safe” source of “Sookie information”; plus, if anyone asked (which—let’s face it—no one but Pam would), I could pretend that I was just indulging an old woman who liked history.

I leaned forward and opened Adele’s letter.

Almost immediately, I was chuckling.

Complaints about Maxine Fortenberry and Caroline Bellefleur.

News that her grandson had become engaged to a nice girl named Michele Schubert, to whom Sookie had introduced him.

The news about Sookie was scant, but welcome nonetheless. She was taking the maximum number of college courses allowed by her college. She’d managed straight A’s for the fall semester, except for her macroeconomics class, in which she’d earned a B+. With all the extra classes she was taking, Sookie was on track to have her Associate’s Degree in accounting by that July. After that, she would try to find work in the field, even as she continued taking classes toward a bachelor’s degree.

Unsurprisingly, Adele was as proud as could be.

The matriarch spent the rest of the letter commenting upon and asking about history—specifically, the “history” I’d experienced firsthand.

In my last letter to her, I’d given Adele some information about the Peasants’ Revolt in fourteenth century England. She had several follow up questions about my commentary—as well as a query regarding what I’d found myself doing “next.”

I chuckled. That was always Adele’s final question in a letter. She always wanted to know what was “next.”

Through our letters, I’d told her a lot about my experiences. Mostly I’d shared “innocent” historical snippets with her—though they were most certainly more than I’d ever shared with anyone else.

Sometimes I wondered if Sookie also read my letters. I wondered what she thought about the fact that I hadn’t contacted her since our second meeting. I wondered if she missed me.

I wondered if she hated me for disappearing from her life.

I wondered a lot when it came to her. But I refused to allow myself to wander to her.

A/N: I decided to offer this bonus for four reasons. 1.) It is the birthday of a dear reader, who prefers not to be named. 2.) It continues Eric’s POV from the previous chapter and is good to be read together. 3.) I had a bit of time and was able to give it a final editing pass (I usually don’t have time to do this for more than one chapter a day.) 4.) Your comments about this story have been so thoughtful and thought-provoking. So I hope you will consider this extra as a big, fat “thank you.”

So—I hope you enjoyed and I hope you will comment some more!

Next up: A time jump—but how long?

Kat

P.S. Seph did these banners for Alastair and Marion so you can see them. They will pop up again before the story is over.

Many thanks to Seph and Kleannhouse!

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52 thoughts on “Chapter 14: Sometimes You Picture Me”

Squeeeeeee Bonus chapter!!! I just don’t know what options Eric has in regards to Appius. He has him over a barrel for sure. Would Marion be older than Appius? She obviously has no love for him and could be inclined to do away with him. If Eric had the opportunity to discuss his dilemma with her, maybe she would feel like doing him a favor without him even asking. Especially if she has an idea that he is the one that gave her child such a profitable idea. Looking forward to the next chapter!

I love the preemptive strike in regards to the database. Eric did not directly do anything that would put a spotlight on him or Sookie. He also helped a friend to obtain status and wealth. It was a win – win. Really glad that Bill and Lorena are in Peru. Bill liked it there. I love the peek into the letter to Adele. I think things are falling into place but of course Appius is the last piece. Thank you for the bonus.

Thank You !!!! Adele and Eric pen pals. LOL. I too would be asking many questions. I think Eric is falling in love with Sookie without even spending time with her. Still Appuis is keeping them apart in life 2 as in life1.
Oh, so glad he has someone else doing the database. Alastair 1.0, got Billy boy kicked out of the state.

Happy to know Eric’s thoughts. I so love the time and attention that he’s giving to Adele. I’m hoping that maybe he’ll hire Sookie to do his books, but I guess that would be way too much contact and temptation.

awesome to read one after the other, he has given us insight that we did not have and knowing he aches for her as much as she aches for him is a plus in my book. now just to see how long it takes for the Appius issue to be resolved. happy Birthday to the reader….. KY

Oh happy camper for extra chapter, cant wait for the next one. So glad Billy boy got kicked out of Louisiana. With Sookies Accounting Degree, maybe Eric will recruit her for one of his many business without her knowing it, get her out of Merlotts. Anyway cant wait for next update.

I figure Sookie will find out all that Eric has done for her by the end of the story. It would be very nice if his friends managed to do away with Appius. I really enjoyed the letter from Adele. Thank you so much for the bonus and Happy Birthday to your reader. It is a nice day gift for the rest of us, too.

Hmmm….just as an aside –I wonder what Apple stock was going for back in 2004 –bet Eric would make a killing if he asked Sookie about technology in the future 🙂

Yes!! Bill and Lorena, hopefully miserable and penniless in Peru. Maybe he’d get bitten by a Llama 🙂 Now…Eric can’t go against Appius, not can he get someone else to do so –but can someone play “20 questions” with him and he answer yes or no or wink and eye, or lift an eyebrow, or something? Surely Karin would know someone who would know someone who could do the deed…..hmmm…….

Wish he would just put a “P.S.” to one of his return letters to Adele, telling her to pass along his “best” to Sookie…..
Now….I’m wanting more….. 🙂

Thrilled to see Sookie getting her degree, she definitely doesn’t deserve a life of slinging beer for drunk, judgemental jerks.

I loved the peek into the letters between Eric and Adele, although Eric clearly didn’t do a very good job convincing her that the “breakup” was his fault since Sookie has caught Adele wondering what Sookie did that caused Eric to leave her. I’m glad that they’re getting to know one another, although I also can’t help but wonder if this is just another way in which he is unintentionally hurting Sookie. How could it not bother her, at least on some level, that he chose to stay in touch with *her grandmother* but not with her?

Maybe Eric could just discuss his Rape-is dilemma with Karin? She knows about the “psychic” and with all her travels, I bet she’s met plenty of vampires who could take that nasty prick out. Marion and Alastair come to mind as well.

Having a slightly ridiculous panic, (it’s an E/S fanfic silly girl!), that Sookie will decide to move on and lose her ‘virginity’ to someone else. I know a lot of other people probably aren’t as hung up on who she loses it to as I am, but as one myself, I guess her understand the notion of losing it to the ‘right’ one. Silly I know, but I can’t help it.

Plus, I dunno, sometimes I think there’s too much sex and want to read about someone like me.

Dear me it’s an over share kinda day!

Meanwhile, bloody Appius! He is such a wildcard, literally. Really hope Eric can deal with him before he finds himself betrothed!

I think you will be pleased. 😉
And being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of in my opinion. I “lost it” late. But I still picked an idiot (probably b/c I lost it late). Sex is great, but it’s not good to wake up with regret, and–trust me–if the person doesn’t care about you, it’s not so great IMO. And share away. Unless your first name is Miss and your last name is Ron, then you are anonymous and safe here. Quite a few readers want Sookie to have a different relationship as she lives Life 2, but this Sookie is focusing on studies and relationships she didn’t get to fully enjoy the first time around. As sad as she is in some ways, I found myself respecting her as I wrote her. 🙂

>insert snoopy dance gif< squeeeeee! Very excited! I really am quite enjoying this version of the universe. I know you likely can’t spoiler me on this one but will we see Miriam? I always hated CH for that one too.

Loved getting a bonus chapter. I’m anxious for Eric to find a way to have Appius ended. I’m happy for Sookie getting her education and excelling in her studies. I hope she doesn’t have extra time for dating, want her to wait for Eric to return to her. Can’t wait for the next time jump and see how much of the list is done.

Love the choices for Alistair & Marion, and the clever yet methodical way the things he must have on that list from Sookie have been dealt with. And sicking the Maenad on Felipe, I almost wet myself laughing at that one.
So, what to do about Appius? Eric’s hands are tied by that maker’s command, can’t even ask anyone else to do it.. But Karin hates him probably nearly as much as Eric. And she’s smart. He can’t tell her to do anything, but might she be able to find someone who could handle the situation? And will we be seeing the AP at any point?
Thank you for this bonus chapter…

God damn Appius able to make Eric miserable in any universe. I hope he figures out how to deal with him soon.
Also, lol at z Eric getting the much improved data base out on campus before Behl had chance too. Good riddance.

Thank you!!!! for the bonus chapter. It was wonderful as always. Love the antics that Eric has pulled with his information. Now we just need to get rid of Appius and life will be lovely.
Have a great day!

Thanks so much for the bonus chapter! The banners are terrific, too! You’re all such a great team and I’m so honored to have you all working so hard to bring us this wonderful story. What to do about Appius? That’s a puzzle. I love that Eric has kept up his correspondence with Adele with the hope that Sookie may be reading the letters, and that for some reason he can still feel her in his blood. That has to mean something! So looking forward to tomorrow’s chapter!

Oooo! Love bonus chapters! Thank you so much!!! Love, love, loved his sticking it to Bill by having a better data base developed! Lmao Hadley got treated as she should have. His keeping in touch with Adele is so endearing. Wonder if he somehow will come up with a job for Sookie after she gets her degree? I hope something can be figured out to take care of Appius soon. They deserve a chance to try to be together before it gets too late for Sookie.

I feel bad for both of them, staying away from each other in order to protect the other. Eventually they’ll realise they are stronger together. I hope Sookie is the one to kill appius. It’s been so long since I read the books, I can’t remember if she had microwave fingers or if that was only in TB. I’m trying to work out in the timing which book we are up to now. I love reading all the comments and hypotheses, they give me more to think on. I can’t wait for the next time jump and to catch up with what Sookie has been doing, and hopefully an update on Hunter’s life. Pam is going to be devo’d when she realizes that Eric has not brought her in on the secret but has trusted Karin. Does she even know Karin exists? I hope he helps her connect with Miriam earlier so she can be happy, and a maker.
Thank you so much for the bonus chappy. I love getting into Eric’s head.
Blessings to all

Timeline: we are past Rhodes, but the attack didn’t happen. All the events of the books are sort of negated b/c the fairies aren’t involved and Appius is not in the U.S. yet. In other words, all bets are off. 🙂

And Sookie has the microwave fingers only on the show. In the books (and this fic), she won’t be getting anything beyond the “extra” she already has.

I absolutely loved hearing from Eric and what he’s been up to. It’s great that Karin is back with him for this and doing so much. Also love how he even screwed Bill out of the database and saved New Orleans from the hurricane as much as he could. Hope he can find a solution for Appius soon but I have no better ideas then he does.

Thank you for the bonus chapter and a very happy birthday to the reader concerned!
So many concerns for Eric when it comes to his sadist of a maker but I just know you will think up a delightful way to dispose of the odious creature. With ‘extreme prejudice’ would be best. It is after all the least that Appius deserves.
Eric has always inspired great loyalty from those around him and I would also not be surprised if the eventual disposal of Appius came as the result of a collective group effort from his allies.
I also figured that the time which Sookie and Eric would spend apart would allow her to get her degree/s while Eric made every effort to tick off the items on his ‘to do’ list.
That Viking is such a crafty and creative vampire. 😉
Looking forward to the next chapter.

Thanks for the bonus!! I’m really liking the way things are turning out for Sookie 2.0. She’s being smarter about a lot of things. Now, if we can just get rid of Appius then our “couple” can finally work on being with each other and not just on saving everyone from what happened before.

Happy Birthday to the anonymous person who is the reason we were blessed with two awesome chapters today!!
I can understand Eric’s reasons for not contacting Sookie, but it would be nice if he could write her a letter every now and then and let her know what’s going on! It seems as though he has most everything tied up and now has to tackle the biggest problem, his disgusting maker. With the fairies out of the picture it’s going to be tricky taking him down. Can a Britlingen do the job? They’re able to cloak themselves if I remember correctly from the books. Maybe Clovache can sneak up on Appius and Alexei and stake those nasty fuckers! lol I guess that would be too easy 🙂

What?! Bonus! Yay! I’m sorry, I was MIA yesterday, and will probably be for the rest of the week since, I’m having family over, and therefore no time to indulge in reading . So this is an extra,extra for me today! Anyways, I have to say that I loved that you had Eric steal Bills idea. Lol . I mean not just that ,but made it even better. Not to mention ,that he used it to help an old friends child in the process. Now, if only we can get rid of Appius ,and just so she can’t cause any problems with her lust for Eric maybe, Freyda too. Too much? Nah. She was a Biatch to Sookie in the books afterall. Not mention hell bent on owing the Viking. I mean she, isn’t over all innocent in the contract. Otherwise, she’d found a willing ally to stand beside her , and not Eric. Also, I always say no woman, can steal someone’s husband . I mean they have to be willing to go afterall, but Freyda sure provided you actually can , I know it’s fan fiction, but still like what the heck? How pathetic? Good chapter, though glad Eric’s been doing all he can to make it a better life for Sookie and him.

Sookie is still in the dark.
I get it. Appius is huge. Getting over the danger he presents is not easy. But….. Communication! It won’t necessarily get her hopes up if you tell Sookie WHY you can’t contact her you silly Viking! She’s lived through Appius before, she’ll get it!
I hope Eric has told Karen of the difficulty Appius poses. Maybe through all the contacts she’s made, she can take a few friends and finish him?
(Side note, Appius gets auto-corrected to Spoils on my phone lol, should be Spoilt – or Spoiled for US spelling 😀).

Again, I’m not sure if I want to hug him or shake him…. Maybe hug him then shake him and pull out those amazing things called pen and paper. He obviously knows how to use them, and he knows how to write that address.
Ps. I think the penpal thing with Gran is wonderful 🙂

Many thanks for this Bonus chapter ! Really needed to have an insight on these letters exchange, short vision on Pam’s reaction as well … It’s not my birthday but still : it was a nice gift for all your readers.

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Many thanks to Seph, who is a wonderful friend and provides so much art to this site!Many thanks to my wonderful and generous Beta! I couldn't do it without you!from Hisviks, the patient owner of BEEHL the cat